A Scotsman, an English man and an Irishman were sitting in a bar in the South of France. The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, the food exceptional.
"Y'know," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow there's a little place called McTavish's. The landlord goes out of his way for the locals so much that when you buy 4 drinks he will buy the 5th drink for you."
"Well," said the Englishman, "At my local, the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your 3rd drink after you buy the first 2."
"Ahhh, that's nothin'," said the Irishman. "Back home in Paddy Flynn's there's the Codfish Bar. The moment you set foot in the place they'll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like. Then when you've had enough drinks they'll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All on the house."
The Englishman and Scotsman immediately pour scorn on the Irishman's claims but he swears every word is true.
"Well," said the Englishman, "Did this actually happen to you?"
"Not me meself, personally, no," said the Irishman, "But it did happen to me
sister a few times."
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